Page 61 of The Wedding Pact

Seeming to sense I’m close, he moves his fingers downwards then slips first one, then two inside me, gently opening me up to his exploration.

I feel him curl them up towards my belly, catching the perfect place inside me to make me twist with rapture.

My moans of pleasure are low and guttural now and after a few more teasing strokes, he widens his fingers and holds me open, as if to let me know what to expect from his magnificent girth.

I’m already so ready for him though, and I nod fervently and take hold of his sheathed cock, urgently guiding him towards me so he knows I’m more than ready for him to withdraw his fingers and get down to business.

He enters me slowly, taking his time, his cock stretching me gently as he moves deeper inside me, his gaze fixed intently on mine.

It’s the best feeling in the world.

I wonder wildly for a second why humans don’t spend more time connected like this.

After a delicious moment of anticipation, he pulls back, then starts to thrust inside me and I’m totally lost, all thoughts pushed out of my head.

I move with him, thrusting back hard to increase the friction between us.

We’re both letting out loud moans of pleasure now and it’s so wonderful to be able to let loose with him like this.

Each of his thrusts moves me a bit further up the bed as we fuck each other hard, and I try to anchor myself so we don’t hit the headboard. But it turns out there isn’t time for that to happen anyway, because he changes his angle slightly, catching me in a spot that makes me see stars, and I come hard, my gasps of delight tearing up out of my throat.

A few thrusts later, Raffa comes too, letting out his own wild, uninhibited cries of satisfaction.

Our bodies are slick with sweat now from our exertions and I can feel Raffa’s heart beating hard against my chest as he lies pressed against me for what feels like minutes as we recover.

We’re both done. Spent. Totally fucked.

Finally, he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes wide and his expression one of dazed incredulity.

‘Okay. Whoa. That wasn’t meant to happen.’

‘And yet,’ I say, amused by this.

‘Yeah.’

We both start laughing, the rumpled mattress shaking beneath us.

‘I didn’t come here expecting it either, just to be clear,’ I say.

Moving out of me, he flops back onto the bed, gets rid of the condom, then turns back to me and props his chin on his hand. Fixing me with a serious look in his eyes, he asks, ‘Why did you decide to come? Not just for the clicks, I hope?’ He raises his eyebrows at me, his expression searching.

‘Honestly?’

‘Yes please.’

I turn to face him and prop my head on my hand too so I can look him in the eye more comfortably. ‘Okay, yeah. I admit it. Once I realised who you were, I thought I might be able to use this trip to my advantage. But that’s just good business sense, right? Taking opportunities and running with them. Making the most of every advantage at your disposal. Surely you get that, as a businessperson yourself?’

‘I do. I just wanted you to like me for me, not what I could give you.’

‘I do like you for you. Clearly more than I should.’

‘Hmm. Yeah. We probably shouldn’t have done that.’

‘But you’re kinda glad we did anyway?’

He lets out a low, gruff laugh. ‘Well, there are no complaints from me, no.’

‘Good to hear.’